Down a kilogram

After a week of hitting it pretty hard, I am proud to report that I am down 2.2 pounds. I only have 5.6 more to go before I am below weight for my dream job. I will run 10 miles in a rubber suit in 100 degree weather if I have to to get down. (Just kidding, I know it is dangerous to do that)

I feel pretty good about myself. I feel remotivated, not just because of the job, but because of the success I am having and feeling. I don't feel like a fat lump anymore. My clothes are fitting again. I was in my fat pants again, but now they are too big, once again. I feel like I look better. I am only 7 pounds away from where I was my lowest almost 9 months ago. I am sort of frustrated that it took me this long to get here, but here I am. I need to forgive myself for the plateau, for the giving up and for everything I do wrong. It just doesn't help me to lose weight.

The meeting leader said something pretty funny tonight, she said that WW was her AA. How true! I feel exactly that way. I am an addict to food, but since I cannot abstain from food completely, I must learn to manage my addiction as best I can.

So, I will face challenges in the next 5 days. We are traveling, once again, to Montana. There will be fast food, convenience store food, long hours in the car with nothing to do except keep from going insane. There will be a wedding, a cookout and cake. I am wearing my running shoes, packing a whole bunch of gum and praying I get through the stress of the next 5 days.

I seemed to be pretty talkative tonight, but I do need to get some sleep. 5 a.m. is going to come early.